Pretending I’m not here

 (Joe Pereira

I sit beneath the light of day

and voices pass along,

but they never stay

They always walk away

Ideas like dust move through the air

and tell me to pretend that I’m not there

Pretend that I’m not there

And so I drift through days,

I’m mostly unseen

My Memories turn into songs

songs played in between

the days, mostly unseen

I’m trying to stay,

out of this place

So others barely see my face

Not gone and not loud,  I’m always near

Pretending gently I’m not here

Oh no, I’m not here

I walk beneath a sky of grey

and faces blur like dreams,

and then fade away

Oh they never seem to stay

The wind hums songs of yesterday

They’re songs I used to know

but lost on the way

now they’re fading to grey